Page 114 of Unwrapping Love

“I know that. She’s got another thing coming. I’m afraid she’s going to threaten to make trouble for his business. For lack of a better word—blackmail him.”

“Let me call your father now. I’ll text you soon.”

She hung up with her grandmother, went to the fridge and pulled out some food that the kids might like.

Jesus, it was close to three and Sandy probably didn’t feed them lunch. Rowan would have wanted to stop for food but then get home at the same time.

The least she could do is have something ready.

She had two peanut butter sandwiches and two turkey sandwiches made with a bag of chips out. She hoped that would be okay for now. She put a few apples and bananas on a tray with the lunch she prepared and set it aside with water bottles.

The garage door opened and she waited for everyone to come into the side through the mudroom.

“Everyone, go give Aunt Saylor a hug. They’ve missed you.”

“Aunt Saylor!” Ashton and Mila yelled, then charged her with their arms open.

Her sister was playing dirty like she always did. There was no way she was going to fight in front of the kids.

“It’s so good to see you. Look how big you are.”

She picked up Ashton for a kiss, then the same with Mila. Sandy shoved Dutton in her arms. The baby was crying and wiggling to get down. He didn’t know who she was and was probably starving.

He stunk on top of it. “Do you have a diaper? Geez, Sandy. He stinks.”

“You can do it,” Sandy said, pushing the bag toward her. “I’m going to check this place out. Lucky little bitch.”

Her sister brushed her shoulder and walked toward the deck.

“Stop,” Rowan said firmly. “Don’t you dare abandon your children on Saylor. Do you have no decency at all?”

Sandy turned, her jaw open, her eyes wide. No one ever called her sister out on anything.

“I’ve spent over six hours in the car with these kids and just need some air. They want to see their aunt.”

“This is my house,” Rowan said, moving closer to her sister, his voice lower. “And I can throw you out faster than you can open those glass doors. Don’t push my hand.”

Her sister must have realized who she was butting heads with and stomped over toward Dutton who was screaming and wiggling. The poor kid didn’t want to lie down to be changed.

“He always cries,” Ashton said. “We’re hungry.”

“I made you food,” Saylor said. “Peanut butter sandwiches and turkey sandwiches. Chips and fruit. Rowan is going to take you guys on the beach to eat. What do you think of that?”

“Yes,” Mila said. “I like chips. Do you have candy?”

“Aunt Saylor always has candy. It’s all she ever eats. It’s a wonder she’s not fat.”

She growled at her sister, found the diaper in the bag and handed it over while Dutton twisted and turned to get his butt wiped. The poop was smeared all over and he’d probably been sitting in it for thirty minutes.

Once the baby was changed, he stopped crying. Rowan had cut up a banana and found some Goldfish crackers to add to the tray of food.

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this alone?” he asked.

“I don’t want the kids to hear this,” she said. “I should ask if you’re okay taking them outside?”

“I’m good. Logan is behind me. He’ll help.”

She laughed. “Why am I not surprised? He’s like your brother too.”